"Damn I can't compete with a baby Is there any room left in your heart for me I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him Maybe I should call, Maybe I should call I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him But I never call Maybe that's my flaw After the last time we talked Oh, I was a mess You had me stressed Oh no no no no no I wrote the text, I didn't send it Dialed your number, but said forget it Oh, what would it change She's still in the way"
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"How far along are you? You're not even showing," Xabriel asked
"I'm thirteen weeks."
"If you're that far along, why didn't you stop me from fighting you at that party?" I asked, folding my arms.
I had so many questions.
How the hell was she thirteen weeks pregnant if Xabriel and I have been together for seven months?
Why did she wait so long to say something?
Is this another one of her petty tricks?
"I officially found out I was pregnant two weeks after the party. I had bad cramps from the fight, so I went to the hospital, and that's when they confirmed it."
"If you suspected that you were pregnant, why did you start a fight with me in the first place?" I asked, not buying this story one bit.
"I wasn't a hundred percent sure, so I just acted as if I wasn't pregnant."
Xabriel shook his head, "Brittany, it's been over seven months since we've slept together. There's no way that baby's mine."
"Over seven months?" she scuffed, "I get it, you don't want to lose little Miss Perfect, but that's no reason to lie."
I folded my arms and furrowed my eyes at him, "Xabriel, what is she talking about, did you cheat on me?"
"What? No, Trinity."
Brittany balled her fist as tears streamed down her face, "So, you're going to pretend like you didn't sleep with me after the Bonfire back in January?"
"You can't be fucking serious," I mumbled, feeling my blood boil.
Xabriel and I were supposed to go to that bonfire together, but I came down with the flu and had to stay home. I felt terrible because I couldn't go with him, but I guess he didn't need my company after all.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Brittany?"
"You know what, fuck this. If you want to deny sleeping with me, then go right ahead."
"I'm not, the last time we slept together was in September."
She pulled out her phone before showing him a picture, "Ring a bell?"
